Page 37 of Twisted Salvation
Dominic is like my rock. I have known him the longest—and I trust him the most—if I am being honest. That doesn’t mean I don’t trust the others, but he is my soulmate. He is incredible, and I could sing his praises all day.
Matt is a funny and goofy man. He always finds a way to make me smile, even when I am in the worst mood. I don’t know how he does it, but I am incredibly thankful for having him in my life. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t in love with him, because I am. I also love how close he and Dominic are. They say they don’t have a thing for one another—but they do—I see the way they look at each other. I am hoping I am right, and they finally allow themselves to connect on a deeper level. I would do anything—literally—to see Dominic fuck Matt the way he fucks me.
I am nearly dozing off when my phone buzzes. I pick it up to find that I have a text from an unknown number.
Unknown
I wonder if roses are as sweet as you, Myra?
Who the fuck is this?
Roses sure are beautiful when they cry, don’t you think?
What are you talking about? Who is this?
Go to the alley behind the hotel in ten minutes, or your precious little girl will be next in line. Like mother, like daughter… I bet she’ll squirm just the same for me.
Alone, or I’ll deliver her heart to your doorstep.
I jump up, and my head is spinning. How did they find her? Naomi was supposed to protect her. I gave her away to avoid this. I didn’t want them to hurt her. I didn’t want her to have the type of life that I had. I can’t let them hurt Rose. I’m not her mother anymore, but it’s my job to protect her from this life. I won’t let her be a victim the way I was.
I drop my phone on the couch, knowing they will look at it when they see I’m gone. I have to have hope that they’ll find me one day.I’ve never been more confident in a decision than I am right now. I won’t let them hurt Rose.
When I open the door, the FBI agent is asleep in the chair beside the door. I quietly slip past him and run to the stairwell. It’s a long way down, so I’ll just go down one floor before getting on the elevator.
As soon as the doors open, I run out of the elevator to the front doors. Once I’m on the sidewalk, I don’t hesitate to go down the block and around the corner into the alley. I know this is stupid, and maybe it’s a setup, but I’m not risking Rose. I won’t do it. I will go to the ends of the Earth to make sure she is safe. I grieve her loss every single day already. I am not grieving for her because my psychotic family got hold of her.
I get to the alley and whip my head from one end to the other. It’s dark, and I am officially a fucking moron. This was a terrible idea. I should have called Dominic. I walk toward the exit of the alley, but a figure steps out of the shadows and blocks my exit. I stop and turn on my heels, immediately running into Dad.
“Evening, Pumpkin,” he says with an evil grin.
“Why won’t you just leave me alone?” I ask, trying to keep myself calm.
“Such a brave little girl to question Daddy,” he chuckles. “You’ve had your fun. It’s time to come home now.”
I shove him away from me, and he laughs. As soon as I go to run, a pinch in my neck makes the world darken, and my knees give out.
I groan and try to force my eyes open. Right away, I notice we are in a vehicle. A van, maybe. I am naked and cold, so I curl myself up. I’m choosing to ignore the gross feeling of lubricant on me.
I gasp when a warm hand grabs my hip and forces me onto my belly. I immediately start fighting back. I’m trying to roll, but my face gets shoved down into the dingy mattress I’m on. I freeze when something wraps around my throat and tightens, almost cutting my air off.
“I’ve missed you, Myra,” Dad says as he tears open a condom. I start focusing on my breathing so I don’t cry. I won’t. He won’t break me again. I am stronger than this. I will survive. I have to cooperate at least a little bit, or he will kill me. I know he won’t hesitate to murder me the moment he loses interest.
Dad rolls me to my back, and I instantly lose my fight and start crying when I see that he has a wand massager. Not just any massager, it’s the one that was amongst the other sex toys at the house that Dominic has used before. “Daddy has missed his pumpkin,” he sneers.
It is right now that I am deciding he is not my father. Fathers do not do this. They do not hurt their little girls. They don’t fuck them. They don’t kidnap them. They don’t drug them. He is Walter and nothing else. He is no one.
“Fight me and you die, understand?” Walter asks. I nod because the anger is slipping in now. He presses the wand against my clit and turns it on high before pushing my legs together and rolling me back to my belly. It is pinned against the mattress, and the vibrations take over everything. I’m trying to meditate and do anything I can to avoid having an orgasm. Walter leans his body into mine and bites down on my shoulder so hard that I scream in pain. He takes his opportunity to force himself into my ass and immediately starts violently thrusting.
“You’ll fucking die for this,” I say through gritted teeth as he pounds into me over and over again. Between the vibrations and his unforgiving pace, aided by an excessive amount of lubricant, my body is betraying me. I know it’s only doing its job, but it’s a disgusting feeling. It is nauseating the way my body is tensing as the man who is supposed to protect me moans in my ear.
“Come for Daddy,” he grunts. “Come on, Pumpkin. I can feel how fucking tight your sweet little ass is.”
“Fuck you,” I say, trying to force my groan down as I grip onto the side of the mattress.
“I already am,” he chuckles in my ear before he starts to pepper my shoulder and neck with disgustingly soft kisses. It distracts me from my meditation and allows noises to slip out. Once they’re free, I can’t stop the buildup. I can’t get myself back into that meditative state. Walter laughs and mocks the disgusting forced arousal he is forcing out of me as he goes harder and harder. Eventually, I lose the fight.
“Oh, there ya go. That’s it, Pumpkin,” he moans when my body starts to shake. “Good girl. Come for Daddy. Just like that… Fuck, you're so tight… Be Daddy’s sweet little slut.
